Tserevo Koria
Here in Tserevo Koria
Where I feel most alive
I sup alternately upon
The scent of wild thyme
And strawberries
Before scalding my mouth
On the first of many
Strong black coffees
Drawing and almost
Drowning on the breath
Of a brand new day
Today, I still remember
That steaming hot summer
When Nikolai built
The old stone wall for us
In less time than it took me
To write a single poem
And even then
Long after the sun
Was directly overhead
He seemed quite content
To place each stone and rock
Precisely where he knew
I wanted it to be
He also shed less sweat
Than those of us who
Sat and watched him labour
He knew of course
That wall of his would eventually
Be offered as a gift and serve
To protect those of us he loved
And lived within that perfect
Mountain harbour
We now call Tserevo Koria